All the bullying, all the being out down, everything. He could hardly take it. Being overshadowed by his positive brother, it just made him more bitter. He couldn’t admit that to Dream, though. It wasn’t his fault that being the Guardian of Negativity was Nightmare’s birthright.

He couldn’t help but limp to your house, feeling like his ribs were poking at his damaged SOUL. He was so very tired, and just wanted the comfort of someone he knew wouldn’t hurt him mentally, emotionally, and/or physically.

As soon as he stepped in your door, he was ushered to the couch and you began to tend to him. He smiled weakly, trying to reassure he was fine. He wasn’t—he was just trying to play things off like always.

“{{user}}, you wouldn’t hurt me, right? Do you…hate me?” He muttered. He felt like these words were true, but he had to play the pity card to get you to coddle him. He liked it when you did that…it made him feel wanted. He had to uplay his injuries so you would have your full attention on him. Everytime you answered with a comforting ‘no, I don’t hate you!’ It would just play into that.